19th century Love Letter

April 12th, 1847

My Dearest Love,

As I sit here by candlelight, the flickering glow casts shadows on these words, but none so deep as the shadow that lingers in my heart in your absence. I cannot begin to express how much I miss you. The distance between us is unbearable, and every moment apart feels like an eternity. My heart aches for you, longing to bridge the miles that separate us, to feel the warmth of your embrace, to see the tenderness in your eyes once more.

You are the melody of my days and the solace of my nights. I have walked through golden fields, seen the sun bathe the world in its gentle glow, but none of it compares to the light that radiates from your eyes when you look at me. I have heard the symphony of the world—the rustling leaves, the whispering river, the nightingale’s song—but nothing sings as sweetly as your voice, nothing soothes me as much as the laughter that spills from your lips. You are my heart’s truest poetry, the dream from which I never wish to wake.

Do you remember that evening beneath the great oak tree by the river? I can still feel the way your hand rested in mine, the way your fingers traced delicate patterns upon my palm. I could have stayed in that moment forever. I have replayed it in my mind so many times, I swear I can still feel your touch, still hear your soft sigh carried on the wind. If only I could reach across time and space and hold you now.

If you could look into my heart, you would see the depths of my love for you. Every sunrise reminds me of the warmth of your touch; every gentle breeze carries the whisper of your name. The stars, which once seemed so bright, now pale in comparison to the glow of your spirit. You are my world, my every thought, my every breath.

Words are inadequate to capture the depth of my love. This is not just longing or desire—it is the very essence of my being. Without you, my love, I am lost. I am the moon without its glow, the earth without its flowers, the bird without its song. You are the air I breathe, the rhythm of my heart, the very life that pulses within me.

Do you dream of me as I dream of you? Do you wake in the quiet of the night, reaching out for me, only to find empty space? I ache to brush your hair from your face, to trace the curve of your lips, to whisper against your skin how much I adore you. How cruel it is that love so profound must endure such distance!

But do not despair, my love. Neither man nor fate shall keep me from you. I would cross mountains, traverse stormy seas, walk through fire itself if it meant holding you again. No force in heaven or on earth could ever tear my heart from yours.

Each passing day brings me closer to you, another step along the path that will lead me back into your arms. My love is as steadfast as the ocean’s tide, as unshakable as the roots of the great trees. When I return, I will hold you so tightly that nothing—not even time—could pull us apart.

I have written you a hundred letters that will never be sent, pouring my heart onto parchment in moments of longing too great to bear. In each, I have confessed my love again and again, as though the ink itself might somehow carry my heart to you. And yet, words fail me, for my love is greater than any language can express. It is boundless, eternal—something that neither time nor distance can diminish.

Do you still walk through the gardens where we once wandered together? Do you pause by the rose bushes and let your fingers drift over the petals as you used to? You once told me that roses reminded you of love—beautiful, yet delicate. But my love, I must tell you, ours is not the love of roses. It is the love of the mighty oak, strong and enduring. It is the love of the stars, infinite and unyielding. Even the cruelest winter cannot wither what we share.

Oh, how I long to hold your hand again! To feel the way your fingers lace so perfectly with mine, as if they were always meant to fit together. To watch your eyes sparkle as you laugh, to hear your voice fill the air like the sweetest melody. These are the moments I live for, the memories that sustain me.

My beloved, my heart aches in your absence, and yet, I find solace in knowing that no matter where I am, you are with me. You are as much a part of me as my own breath, my own heartbeat. I close my eyes and see your face; I still my soul and hear your voice. We are bound together, you and I, in ways that neither distance nor time can sever.

Hold onto our love, my dearest, as I do. Let it be the beacon that guides you through the dark nights, the warmth that shields you from the cold. Until the day we are reunited, I will hold onto the hope of that moment—the moment when I can finally call you mine again.

My love, you are the very breath in my lungs, the fire that warms me even on the coldest nights, and the dream I never wish to wake from. Every beat of my heart calls out for you, and every moment apart feels like an eternity stretching beyond my grasp. I long to hold you close, to feel your fingers intertwine with mine as if they were always meant to fit that way.

I miss the way your laughter fills the empty spaces in my soul, how your voice turns even the simplest words into a melody that lingers long after you’ve spoken. Do you know how often I close my eyes just to picture your face, to recall the way your lips curve into that soft, knowing smile? I would give anything to brush the hair from your face, to trace the outline of your lips with my fingertips, to whisper against your skin just how much I adore you. You are the light in my darkest hours, the calm in my storm.

No matter how far apart we may be, you are always with me—woven into my thoughts, wrapped around my heart, the very soul of my existence. My love for you is not fleeting like the changing seasons, nor fragile like a delicate flower—it is steadfast, unwavering, unbreakable. No distance, no force in this world or the next, could ever diminish what I feel for you. I love you more than words will ever be able to say, and until the moment I can hold you again, I will keep you with me in every breath, in every heartbeat, in every whispered wish upon the stars.

Forever and always,

Jonathan